Faith, Family, & Focaccia

A faith and culture Mommy blog, because real life gets all mixed together like that.


Leave a comment

Poem: A Mother’s Longing

thumbnail_IMG_6643
The longing swells
like a beautiful ache,
too much
and not enough,
like words
that tumble over each other rushing to be heard,
to claim a vibrant, humming space
inside each breathless moment.
A longing
for his childhood
to never end,
or at least not yet,
not soon.
Not with the dragging weight
of self-conscious awareness
to steal his effortless presence in each moment,
Not with the need to fit himself to others’ expectations.
Not with the maturing steadiness
I know he needs to find
just
not yet.
A longing also,
guiltily,
for the energy
inside these slipping,
sliding,
urgent moments
to be here
with him
with joy.
To hold the space I know he needs
when I am already so over-stretched
and strained
from the need to fit myself to others’ expectations.
But,
most of all,
this longing that expands,
demands,
this swelling space inside,
is for the world –
somehow
to make a space for him
(and,
perhaps,
as well for me).
To open its heart wide enough.
To receive this precious gift
of his excitement
and imagination
and utterly original
Life.


Leave a comment

If…a vision of a more fun world

Today I was speaking with a colleague about the crazy things our kids say, and how it gives such a fascinating glimpse into their lives. That thought stayed with me through the day, and eventually simmered over into a poem about my son’s crazy, wonderful, inspiring internal world.


If …

 

If the world really worked as my son thinks it should

… there would be lots more chocolate

… and no one would have to wake up early

… and he could play with guns and explosives

…because they would be utterly safe but still make big bangs.

If the world really worked as my son thinks it should

… toys would be unlimited and free

… and so would smiles

… and no one would be too poor or too rich

… because every one would have “middle money.”

If the world really worked as my son thinks it should

… ambulances would be just for playing in

… because no one would ever get hurt

… but if they did, they could have a Disney band-aid

… even with no visible boo-boo.

If the world really worked as my son thinks it should

… there would be answers to every question

… and the answers would change if he didn’t like them

… and never would distractions, or exhaustion, get in the way of a thirty second story

…stretched over forty minutes.

If the world really worked as my son thinks it should

… little boys could run around naked all the time

… and Mommies would be just as happy in their skin

… because the squishy parts are best for cuddling

… and jiggly arms make awesome toys.

If the world really worked as my son thinks it should

… hugs would be the most precious currency

… and everyone would give them generously

… and every problem could be fixed by “I’m sorry”

… or at least a cuddle and a book.

If the world really worked as my son thinks it should

… there would be less pain

… and more play

… and everyone would understand that we are all happier

… when we make each other whole.